Chapter 28

***Andras POV***

I was ecstatic, kissing my mate felt so good, much better than any dream I had been having. And yes; I had been dreaming of my mate, long before I met her. As wolves, we have the strongest desires. More than that of our soul-sharer. I knew Knox didn’t understand this. He didn’t want a mate; he was happy being on his own. Or so he thought. I knew his deepest desire, as he knew mine. It turns out, they were the same. To find our mate, settle down and have lots of cubs whilst taking the pack to even greater heights.

My mind was starting to spiral out of control as the kiss deepened. I must stop this. Sister Lumos had just finished telling us how fragile and damaged Sam was. Instead of an impromptu make-out session when we found her in, mother’s study. We should have tried talking to her. Try to find out why she was.

I knew Knox was angry when he saw mother's study light on. Everyone in the pack knew that this room was out of bounds to all, except my siblings and ourselves. No one had been there since mother had been killed. And Knox was furious to find out that someone had entered without his permission.

When we had arrived in the room, we were momentarily stunned to find Sam. I, for one, was very happy to see Sam, to know she was starting to feel settled enough to want to explore a little. All we had to do was turn around by the door and leave her alone; but once again, my soulsharer had lost control and had taken things too far.

I watched sadly as my beautiful mate ran out of the door. I at once started to berate my soulsharer. I could not believe that once again Knox had ruined an opportunity to get to know our mate. I was so angry that Knox, and his inability to gauge the situation, had upset our Mate, to the point where she had to strike out at us. I could feel the anger roll off Knox. I didn’t help matters when I admitted that we had deserved it. Although, I admitted to myself, ‘it was a pretty good punch.’

***Sam POV***

I ran from the little room as if the hounds from hell were chasing me. I didn’t understand how any of that just happened. I rushed all the way back to the safety of my room. I walked in; absentmindedly pushing the door shut, when the realization that I had just punched the Alpha in the face stopped me in my tracks.

Lifting both hands and covering my mouth, I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry.

Right now? Crying was the better choice. But then I remembered the look on Knox's face after I punched him, and laughter won. It might have been on the hysterical side; but it was still laughing.

As I paced back and forth, Jet was telling me to calm down. But she was also telling me how much she needed Andras. I knew that while we were together a few minutes ago, Jet had been blissfully happy. Even though I was arguing with her, that this must stop, Jet was almost too far gone. And was pushing me to fuck the man; so, she could finally get to fuck the wolf.

This is not good, I whispered to myself. And the thoughts that Jet was projecting into my mind were positively pornographic. I let out a frustrated shout and told Jet we were about to take a cold shower. We were both so horny. Feeling one lot of emotions can sometimes be overwhelming. But since I had reunited with my soulsharer, I now had double the emotions. I huffed out another frustrated breath and marched myself to the shower cubicle. Switching it onto the cold setting.

Grabbing for my soap, I started to wash myself. Running my hands over my body, trying to clean myself. However, my skin was still tingling wherever I touched as the memory of his touch came flooding back into my mind. I could still taste his tongue in my mouth. Still feel his large hands digging into the soft flesh of my ass, as he pulled my hips against him.

‘ENOUGH!’ I shouted at Jet. But Jet needed a release. And was determined to get one. If not from her mate, then from us. Buckling under the pressure of the thoughts running through my mind; thanks to Jet. I started to run my hands softly over my body. I had done this before, but only as an experiment. After I had overheard two young omegas talking about sex.

One of the girls was describing to her friend how to make herself orgasm. I had only been fifteen at the time. And it turned out to be an embarrassing failure. Leaving me frustrated. It was different now as I had the image of Knox in my mind. The feel of his touch, his masculine scent, and my own throbbing core. I let out a moan of pleasure when my hands touched my tits and I started to rub and squeeze them.

I pinched my nipples, hard. A gasp left my lips as a bolt of desire shot straight to my pussy, and it started to throb again. Demanding attention. I let my fingers tickle their way down my abdomen and down the top of my thighs. Slowly moving to the entrance of my core.

‘My goddess, I’m so fucking wet,’ I thought as I started to stroke myself. The pressure was mounting, and I could feel my pussy tighten around my fingers when I inserted one, then two inside. Groaning and panting now, I started to rub my clit with my wet fingers. This action almost made my legs give out, so I slid down onto the little tiled bench that was in the shower. When I felt my naked arse hit the freezing cold tile, the shock, and sensation of my fingers made me cry out. I could feel the orgasm building, building.

Until I was right on the edge.

I inserted two fingers again and pumped them in and out of my swollen pussy. Panting, groaning, and writhing in pleasure, I gave my clit one last flick and I felt myself push past the barrier of restraint and fall into the overwhelming sensation of release. Almost sobbing with the strength of my orgasm, I just sat on the shower bench trying to get control of my breathing. I could hear Jet purring now, sated, for now. I understood now. It wasn’t just my desire I had to control.

I had to try and control that of my wolf. A wild animal, who’s instinct was to find and screw her Mate. Well, the Mate had been found. Logically, sex would follow, but I could not let that happen. I was not going to have sex with a man who despised me. I was not going to let myself be used anymore, even if it meant shutting myself off from the one person who was meant to love me for the rest of my life.

I would not leave myself vulnerable again. I knew Jet didn’t agree with me. All she wanted to do was to go to Andras and claim him.

I turned the shower hot and continued to wash myself. I scrubbed my hair and conditioned it using the products I had found in the bathroom. I had always had shower gel and toiletries, back home. But not as luxurious as the ones provided by this pack.

After what seemed like an hour of luxuriating in the shower, I was drying myself off when I heard a noise coming from inside the bedroom. I called out, asking if there was someone there? There was no response. My heart had started pumping with uncertainty, as I opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom.

There was no one there. As I scanned the room for a second time, I noticed the door was not shut properly, and it was banging gently against the door frame. The feeling of relief that no one was there, especially after my little play time in the shower, had me sinking down onto my bed.

I just sat there, staring at the door, gently swaying back and forth until I pushed myself to get up. I then clicked the door shut. This time I made sure to lock it before slipping off the large towel I wore. I dried my hair quickly, then slid into the crisp white bedsheets. I always slept in the baggy sports shirt that Carl had given me, but after what happened tonight between Knox and me, the thought of putting the shirt on to sleep, knowing that it had his scent all over it, was just too much for my fragile heart to bear.

I turned over, onto my side. I had never slept in the nude before. It was liberating. My last thought, before I drifted into a dreamless sleep, was one that made me smile to myself.

***Knox POV***

Finally accepting that I had to find Sam and apologize for my behavior in my mother's study; I made my way to her bedroom. When I got there, however, I saw that her door was slightly ajar, and feeling a little concerned, I called through the door softly asking if everything was okay.

When I pushed at the door, it swung open. I could hear crying coming from the bathroom. Hearing this, Andras started to get agitated again. Huffing out a breath of frustration, having only just calmed the wolf down, I made to walk over and call through the door. Just to ease our minds.

It was then that we both realized the sound coming from the bathroom was not crying; it was someone pleasuring themselves.

I became rooted to the spot. I knew I needed to back out of the room and close the door, but hearing her soft groans, moans and gasps of pleasure had me so hard I could not move. Standing there listening to Sam while she fingered herself, was so much more erotic than what had happened in the study.

I could hear her orgasm building, in the pants and gasps that were leaving her lips. It was only when I heard her reach the orgasm she chased, and heard my name leave her lips, that I knew I had to get out of there. Andras was howling in my head, he was so turned on. He was trying desperately to control the lust that burnt through our veins. I have never forced my body into moving as quickly as I had to, now.

My erection was painfully hard. I hurriedly backed out of the room, but in my haste to leave, I left the door unlatched. I got to my suite of rooms in record time. My erection had not abated, this needed addressing. Quickly releasing my rock-hard cock; I started to stroke myself. I groaned in pleasure. This whole situation was crazy. I was acting like a pubescent boy, for fuck’s sake. I sat on the edge of my sofa and started to masturbate.

My hand sped up as I stroked my cock, feeling the familiar tightening. I knew I was close, thanks to Andras and his filthy mind, the next image of Sam I saw; was me bending her over my desk. That had my seed spilling all over my hand. Andras had no qualms in telling me that when I came? I had said just one word.

I knew what he was talking about, and as much as I tried to deny it; I knew that I had gasped out, MATE. As one of the strongest orgasms I had ever felt, it hit me like a truck.